The Lone Wolf | P. Parker [1]

10 // Grief and Glory

I wake up to my phone ringing and, I don't know if you know this, but it takes fucking ages to find your phone when it's on a blanket.

I begin to move the blanket around, feeling the phone fall here and there before shaking it a bit too hard and woosh. My phone goes flying to the ground, luckily though, with my fast reflexes I manage to keep it from hitting the soft carpet and smack it into the wall instead.

Yeah, I'm a disaster when you wake me up.

The phone is still ringing so I trip out of the blanket and pick up the phone, seeing the caller ID and smiling.

I accept the call beaming as Natasha greets me, "Hello shchenok, how's it going?"

(puppy)

"Hello Nodhlaig, it's going, how about you?" I reply, still smiling. Nodlaig is my new nickname for Natasha, they both mean Christmas and I can shorten Nodlaig to Nods so, I like it.

"It's going just fine," she tells me, "Baba Jaga is here with me too."

"Hey!" I hear Wanda's voice exclaim, offended, and my heart explodes.

"Wanda!" I smile.

"Fianna," she replies warmly.

"What are you both up to?" I ask.

"Well, we were back home for a little bit, we saw the memorial and I talked to him. I told him that I saw you again, that you missed him." Wanda tells me, and a smile find its way onto my lips.

"That's great Wands," I say as my smile dims slightly. "I went to Stark, and he let me stay, just like you said."

"Yeah?" Wanda sounds pleased, "What did I tell you, huh?"

"Well that was after I threatened his and his partner's life, but he still let me stay," I say, speaking as if I just told him that I wanted my own room.

"You what?" Wanda exclaims, "I told you that you need to-"

"Anyways, thank you Nat for telling me about Matt. He's a pretty cool dude and he said that I always have a place on his couch," I interrupt Wanda, trying to brush over Stark as quickly as possible.

"That's good, I knew he would have your back," Nat says and I can hear the smile in her voice.

"Stop, don't change the subject, Fianna you need to forgive him," Wanda protests.

"I don't have to do anything. I've got housing and I'm mad at him. Don't get worked up because I'm baking my cake and having it as well," I respond.

"That's not the say- it doesn't matter," Wanda mumbles, "You can't live like this soră mica, this grudge, it's going to tear you apart."

(little sister)

"Then so be it. My love was everything to me, you know this. You weren't there- When I found out, when I was told what happened I was in school. I found out and I stood up, ran out of the classroom, crying and screaming, I spent the rest of the class locked in the bathrooms trying to get over the shock. I went to a dark place Wanda, and I did things, terrible things, to try and cope. Ná labhair liom faoi rudaí a chaithfidh mé a dhéanamh agus rudaí a bhrisfidh mé. Bhris mé cheana féin, agus is arsan an locht."